Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.